Tuesday, November 10, 2009

This town is a graveyard.

And by this "town," of course, I mean this ever stranger land of Blog. Nobody really reads or attempts to process what ends up here. They're here for the photos and the videos. Nobody really has an opinion they want to throw out or a comment they feel worth sharing, and so the never spoken and never written stays on the inside, forever dormant. It used to be different, this place, this space ... but now those crazy tumbleweeds are seen evermore on these dirt roads. Now the most oft-used hotels are getting boarded up, forever vacant. The one horse town this is stands to lose its horse, I reckon. People are moving on and moving out, headed to the big city, searching something more. This ghost town is dying fast, offering up more ghosts than stories, more death than lives and liveliness and livelihood.

I remember when it was different, when having planted a name on this chunk of land seemed to mean something, when friends and otherwise would pop in for a spell and dive into the conversating simply for the sake of doing so. They used to jaw just to see what words would come out, they would. That was a different time, but a warmer one, a memorable one. Yes, in my day, this land meant something more than it does now. I am a grizzled old-timer, yes, and I've as many stories in me as there are hairs on a ragged coon, but I fear they may not get told anymore. I may even die alongside this trend, this shift in the winds and seasons.

I've yet to put my ear against the rail and listen for what's on the way, but this feeling in my bones is true and right. I feel a change brewing in this middle of the night.

18 comments:

Funny, because I just wandered into your ghost town through a random string of blogs even though I really, really should be asleep, because someone said you know something about music. So don't sell the horse or die yet because I want to know if it's true.

keeps me coming back. more than just music and videos, your words so often echo sentiments i fail to express on my own neglected piece of the blogosphere. i think i'll dust mine off too. thanks for the inspiration!

Yes, you have a way with words. I love to read what you think. P.S. I've noticed the ghost town in my blog too. I chalk it up to holidays and busy, busy lives. Comments may not be many but the hits are. Keep your blog going. :)

I honestly believe that facebook has done away with much of joy I found in blogging. Now people would rather have an ADD approach to a good one liner instead of something that takes a debate and a conversation..or even just a deep reflective breath way down deep in the lungs. But, there are the few choice souls who still read mine who will actually engage in a good round with lil' ole me.

However, my blog has been a lot of solace for me lately. And I'm just reconnecting to reading others after quite the last few months.

i think d'arcy is right on. when i have a thought to share i have to tell myself it better be blog worthy and not facebook update worthy. usually it's just update style but i still put it on my blog. you at least have real stuff to share. i enjoy reading. i've gotten lazy about commenting, though. take take take - that's all we ever do. :) sorry.

Thanks to everybody who left some words. It's nice to hear from you and know you're visiting now and again. I do try to write most things without pandering to an audience and I do attempt to be honest in the thoughts I share, but I will say it's simply nice to know you're coming around sometimes. Blogs do seem to be getting passed up Facebook, I think, which is fine for the collective. Hey, I like it there plenty myself. But I still like it here. I can at least call this space my own (eh, more or less).

facebook is the new blog, twitter is the new facebook, and i'm hopeless behind the times. in fact, i've taken to having more hand written letter communications lately. but please keep writing on your blog. i like it lots.

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I am a writer, a poet, a dreamer, a beachcomber, an aspiring photographer, an occasional swimmer, a seeker of good fish tacos, a talker, a thinker, an enthusiast, a lover AND a fighter. Oh, I also love the music.